As the car whizzed off
To start going
I saw them waving after
That I waved to them
They were at the entrance of
The cemetery
Dressed up in black
So often
so often
the heart in its tempo
whirlwind of emotions
throbs the same verses
or at least similar
not just an incantation
but testament of the
emotions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem